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Snapshot: November 23, 2012
"Come on, Crissy! You can do it, Baby!" Booth egged on his baby girl as she attempted to make her first steps. She smiled up at him from her spot across the room, holding tightly to the coffee table. She showcased her dimples and nearly a full mouth of teeth.
Brennan watched from her spot on the couch, half-skimming an Anthropology journal, while she grinned at Booth's enthusiasm as he held the camcorder, trying to get his baby girl to move, but making no progress at getting her to move.
"Come on, Crissy!" Booth whined. "I'll give you a cookie." Nothing. "Two cookies?" Still nothing. "Three?"
"You'll do no such thing." Brennan said, turning back to her magazine. "Dinner's almost ready and everybody is going to be here soon. I don't want her spoiling her dinner."
Booth grinned. "Well, look at you!" he laughed. "Mama Bones putting down the iron fist!"
"I have no idea what that means, but it sounds sort of like you're mocking me." Brennan responded, indignantly.
"Never!" Booth said, grinning as he noticed Cristina pick up a foot, but it was immediately put down as they heard someone at the door.
Booth kept the camera on her as he crept towards the door and looked quickly through the peephole, before reaching behind him and opening the door up, allowing Angela, Hodgins, and little Michael to enter.
"Hi, Uncle Booth!" Michael exclaimed, grabbing Booth's leg in a tight embrace.
Booth patted his head. "Hey, Mike." he said. "Happy Thanksgiving." He didn't take his eyes off Cristina, fearing that the moment he did, she would be on the move and he would miss it.
Angela was about to ask what was going on but one look from Brennan was enough to quiet her as she watched Booth's intensity as he fixated on Cristina with the video camera.
She was smiling that adorable Booth smile at her son and she almost let out a very motherly 'Aww!'
"Hey. Crissy. Look who's here. It's Michael Hodgins. You wanna come over and say hi to him?"
Cristina smiled at her best friend and lifted a hand. "Hi, Mikey!" she said. Michael's name was the fourth she'd learned, right after Parker's. She'd even made it a nickname, just like her father.
Who was becoming more and more frustrated. "No, Crissy. Come and say hi. Mikey wants you to come give him a hug."
"I go to Crissy." Michael said, taking a step towards her, but Booth's hand stopped him.
"That's alright, Mike. We're trying to get her to walk so you stay right there. Call her, if you want."
Michael nodded and turned to Cristina. "Hey, Crissy! Com'ere!"
Cristina smiled and began to get on her knees to start crawling but noticed the pained look in her father's eyes and decided this was not the best idea.
She looked around at her mother, wondering what she should do. Brennan smiled supportively at her. "You can do it, Cristina." she said, refusing to use Booth's childish nickname for her daughter.
Cristina smiled and turned back to her father and best friend with a look of focused determination as she let go of the coffee table and lifted her foot, slightly.
Booth's finger flipped on the camera and he immediately began filming, holding his breath and praying that she take her first steps already.
Cristina put her foot down and Booth sighed, dropping his head.
Cristina shrugged, and looked over at Michael who was pulling on his mother's skirt. Angela smiled and kneeled down with the dessert she'd brought in her hands. Michael tilted the heavy glass pan in her hands to show Cristina. "Look!" he said, blue eyes shining. "Pie!"
Cristina's own blue eyes lit up and she lifted her foot again, taking a step, which Booth thankfully caught on film. "There you go!" he shouted, excitedly. "Come on, Crissy! Go get the pie!"
Angela laughed as she held out the pie to the baby girl, who was hurrying as if the pie were about to disappear if she didn't get there on time. She was exactly like her father.
And, thankfully, Booth got the whole thing on film.
When she finally got to Angela, she smiled. "Pie?" she said, indicating that she wanted some of the delicious treat.
Angela grinned. "Maybe after dinner, Shorty. Now, give your Aunt Angie a big hug!"
Cristina squealed, throwing herself into the artist's arms, while Angela tried not to have a heart attack at how cute she was.
When Angela let her go, Cristina ran into Hodgins's legs and he chuckled, kneeling down to give her a hug and a kiss on her forehead. "Hey, Little Suit." he said, chuckling at Booth's glare.
Then, when Hodgins had let her go, Cristina turned to Michael and all but tackled him to the floor. "Mikey!"
Michael chuckled as his best friend crushed him in a hug, almost knocking off the tiny pair of glasses he'd been wearing for the last month since his first eye doctor's appointment. The appointment had scared the living hell out of his parents, who thought that he may have been going blind, but they were relieved to find out that he just had a slight astigmatism, and might eventually grow out of it as he matured.
"Hi, Crissy." he said, hugging her back and Angela couldn't contain herself anymore. She just had to get a picture of this.
Or twelve. She snapped a dozen photos of the adorable tots before Hodgins could pry the camera away, and by the time he did, Cam, Michelle, and all the Booths were there to share Thanksgiving with their big, strange, happy family.
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